I have moved and am loving my new apartment. It has been difficult moving from a three bedroom, three closet house to a one bedroom, one closet apartment! I am still downsizing! I have been lucky that the profits from the sale of my house enabled me to pay off my car, buy a new, really really cool sofa (which won’t be delivered for another two weeks) and all sorts of things to make this apartment my home. Of course my laptop died just before I moved, so I also had to invest in another one. Timing was good for that to happen!
I am still recuperating from my hip replacement. It has taken a lot longer than I ever thought. I am still not back to work. I was hoping maybe in April, but I am starting to wonder if that is going to happen and it is only mid-March! I am walking much better and am now exercising by taking short walks and riding the exercise bike in the fitness room. I get a better workout by riding the bike and I get a walk in when I am walking to the fitness room. I am still taking pain medications but not as many and not as often as before. It just has been a slow process. I don’t know why I thought I would be off and running so quickly!
My frustration is in myself. I have joined some “Meetup” groups and tonight I was supposed to go to a game night. I moved to Texas in 1997 and I still do not have any really close friends–you know, the life-long friends where you can call them up and say “come on over!” or “want to go to the movies tonight?” I have some friends, but nobody really my age and they are married. Anyway, every time I am supposed to do one of these Meetups, I come up with an excuse not to go. I get so nervous–I hate going into situations where I don’t know anybody. I am pretty shy when I don’t know people. You can’t shut me up once I get to know you and feel comfortable with you. I am just so frustrated that I, again, decided not to go tonight. I showered, dressed, looked in the mirror and decided that I looked fat, so therefore, I cannot go. So another night here at home with my cat. I would love to fall in love–but how will that happen if I never get out to meet people? Maybe they will come pounding on my door? hmmm….. I am feeling pretty lonely and I am just very frustrated. I know that I will be fine, as usual. I now have a plate of scones that I made for this game night. I just hope that I don’t eat the whole plate all by myself!
Whose Life is this Anyway? 